# Page 2

### [4. The Marlboro Man](https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x495f947276749ce646f68ac8c248420045cb7b5e/36689696822564694435897895103382216197122687226587959880145830589192602648577) 

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This next picture is from a summer vacation we took back to our hometown in Mexico. I'm with my great-grandpa Abuelito Francisco. He passed away a couple of years after this picture was taken. I don't remember much about him, other than that he was always smoking cigarettes just like the Marlboro Man.

### [5. My First Steps](https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x495f947276749ce646f68ac8c248420045cb7b5e/36689696822564694435897895103382216197122687226587959880145830590292114276353)

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I'm finally walking. I'm not sure if these are my first steps, but I like to think that they were. It's amazing to look back and see how much I've grown and changed. I love looking at all of these older pictures and seeing the different outfits I was wearing. I love clothes now and I think that passion is rooted somewhere here.

### [6. Que Le Muerda](https://opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x495f947276749ce646f68ac8c248420045cb7b5e/36689696822564694435897895103382216197122687226587959880145830591391625904129)

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This was one of my favorite traditions growing up. After you blow out the candles everyone around you starts to chant "que le muerda." They're telling you to take a bite out of the cake and when you go to take the bite, someone around you pushes your face into the cake. I love this picture because it's my first time being exposed to this tradition and I look pissed. Maybe this is the reason I don't like cake. This tradition went on through elementary school and can't wait to do it with my kids.